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NeroSorry to trouble you, Gudako.
We have summoned you on this occasion entirely as a matter of personal business.
... the Federation of the Emperors is defeated,
and Roma has again attained a transient peace.
However, the one who guides Roma as her princeps civitatis ...
Nero Claudius is already departed.
Or rather, more correctly, the Nero that lived as a human is no longer.
Such is the result of our contract with Gudako.
She who once as a human existed is per the fact of history is departed now from Roma.
She who presently occupies the seat of the Imperator stands now before you.
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MashuThe Restorative Force (修復力, Shuufuku-Ryoku) of the Era (時代, Jidai) ... no, the Corrective Force (修正力, Shuusei-Ryoku).
Because the Nero-san who is a Servant is extant within this time period,
it would be strange if the Emperor Nero weren't already deceased.
In normal space-time, a living person can coexisting with an iteration of themselves that's become a Servant after passing on,
but within the context of a Singularity (特異点, Tokuiten), "that which is presently appropriate" and "that which is of greater potency" holds priority.
Thus, as of Sempai's contract with the Heroic Spirit Nero,
the "Nero-san" that lived within Septem was replaced by the "Nero-san" before us ...
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Gudako1: 'Was replaced by' is unnecessary, Mashu.
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Mashu... sorry. I misspoke.
Though I truly didn't mean anything by it ...
My sincere apologies, Lord Nero.
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Nero'Tis no issue. That which provoked Mashu's melancholy
is the passing of the we who was, yes?
If such be the case, we forgive you. Rather, we are thankful.
We thank that Mashu would mourn the passing of we who were reputed merely to be a tyrant.
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Gudako2: Is that necessarily a bad thing?
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MashuAh ... that's right. Sorry that I misspoke, Lord Nero.
I wasn't being considerate of company,
and so I've said something incredibly negative ...
Lord Nero -- no, Nero-san. I didn't mean to imply that there was anything wrong with you being present in Roma like this.
I thank you for honoring us with your presence, Imperator.
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NeroUmu, Mashu is a good and honest girl!
In guilt, you offer condolences,
and express your joy upon elation!
On account of the smile that you just now displayed, I shall deign to forgive the darkness of your words!
Indeed, should you truly wish to express your apologies, I permit that you accompany me to the baths upon our return!
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Nero... and with that, we've gone astray.
It would appear that in Gudako's presence, we are excessively relaxed.
But to speak it forthright, we have on this occasion come to Septem for a certain purpose;
we desire that our Master would lend us her aid.
You recall that during your previous visit, a leg of our travels was conducted by ship?
We happened at the time to overhear a certain rumor.
Beyond the perimeter of Rome, there is said to lie a cursed waste haunted by a Wraith (亡霊, bourei).
We have our suspicions regarding the nature of the Wraith in question.
Though it may be that we are abusing our standing as a Servant to better fulfill the obligations of our station,
understand that we act in ignorance of the time at which our contract is to end, or when again we shall depart.
... thus, before then,
we wish that by our hand, we might put a close to one amongst the sorrows of Rome.
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Gudako1: If it's something like that, I'd be happy to help.
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Nero-- umu.
We leave ourself to your care, O contractor.
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Mashu... the sun's setting, Sempai.
Even though the landscape is familiar, it feels very lonely ...
... almost like an uninhabited world;
a stage that everyone's forgotten ...
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Nero...
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Gudako1: Is it really around here?
2: You said that you have suspicions?
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NeroUmu, it is indeed somewhere near.
The form of the stones; the sound of the wind; the withering tint of the twilight sun.
The entirety of this place is engraved within our recollection;
the doom of a certain Emperor, whose path did in this empty waste reach its end.
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Mashu--!
Nero-san, this is --
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NeroUmu. 'Tis indeed the place of my death.
Here did Nero Claudius pierce herself through the throat.
For her people, Nero bore the utmost devotion.
It was a love in the manner of a flame, ever burning for all to witness --
but not of a variety that could be characterized as 'warmth.'
It was a love that demanded in the extreme; bestowed in the extreme; that moldered in the extreme.
Such was the only avenue by which Nero knew to express her devotions.
'Twas excessively obtrusive, it might be said --
and to the people, it was as a poison;
Nero was, to the end, unable to recognize this.
By a certain error of judgment, she eroded her standing,
and was driven from the Seat of the Imperator by the designs of the Senate.
The military turned against her -- and yet Nero still believed:
for in her mind, the citizens to which she had so dedicated herself would inevitably come to her defense.
... the outcome of such goes without saying.
The citizens offered no salvation to the foolish tyrant.
Escaping from her pursuers,
Nero chose in sorrow to end her life.
-- as to the matter of Nero's sorrows, we shall not here detail.
Simply, her life came in this place to its terminus.
... and yet,
Nero could not so easily die;
could not so easily bring herself unto death.
... with her throat in agony; a breast full of anguish; and eyes ablaze,
those final days were as a time cut adrift to the currents of fever.
Escaping the sight of her pursuers,
Nero thrice welcomed the sunset.
It was only as the sun inclined upon the horizon that Nero came to consciousness;
for from afar, she could faintly make out the sound of voices calling to her.
These were the voices of her beloved citizens.
The Emperor Nero is blameless, they said;
and they chanted in Nero's praise.
Fufu. Truly, indignity is upon indignity piled.
Nowhere could such adulation exist; nowhere has it ever existed.
... but even so,
so as perhaps to know her folly, Nero parted her eyes.
Upon the first twilight, she derided the absurdity of her illusions.
Upon the second, she chewed her lips at the voices unheard.
And then, upon the third twilight --
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Mashu... yes.
There, the Emperor Nero left her final words.
When the legionnaires that had been set upon her found her body,
they took pity that her flesh had been left to the battering of the elements, and so covered her with a cloth.
The Emperor Nero awakened then, and spoke:
"Too late! But, ah, what fidelity!"
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Gudako1: ...
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NeroUmu. Our fate came there to its severance.
That which in those final moments entered Nero's mind
is in truth to us unclear.
But Nero had by then obtained her solace.
Though it had come not by the hand of her beloved citizens --
as of the drawing of the curtain upon her final hour, she was able to recieve of the warmth of humanity;
and so the tyrant was heartened.
This is the Deus Ex Machina that appears even now within our dreams.
A "happily ever after" visited upon the ending of this tale, irrespective of its unlikelihood;
a final miracle.
Had those legionnaires not arrived, it is likely that I would have even now remained adrift,
awaiting yet within these wilds a voice that could never be.
Thus and therefore,
we are by obligation bound to cut you down!
Dream of the tyrant that wanders yet the empty waste!
Bloom of prosperity that has forgotten of wilting!
We shall have you make your exit here, mine Wraith!
Manifest, and draw your sword!
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Wraith (Shadow Servant Nero)
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MashuA potent aggregation of mana ... !?
This is --
This isn't just the shade of Servant, or a Wraith ...
It's almost as if ... it's something like a Demon God Pillar --
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NeroThe Fifth Emperor, Nero Claudius here entreats!
O Master of ours; O Gudako!
We ask that you lend us your strength! Though it be far too late --
Let that we might square away our debts by the edge of our sword!
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Gudako1: Aah, leave it to me, Nero ... !
2: Happily, Lord Imperator!
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NeroWretched thing!
What purpose bears a player that refuses their exit!
We are that which hath abundantly thrived and thereon come to annihilation!
Death cannot be averted! The end is ever invariable!
It is thus that we sing!
It is thus that we shout!
We love therefore without regret; without surrender!
And ever yet, we welcome the curtain!
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Wraith (Shadow Servant Nero)
... aa ... I hear it ...
The voices of the city ... the Sixth ...
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Nero... Farewell,
maiden who could not to "me" return.
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Gudako1: Nero ...
2: "Me?"
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Nero... umu.
'Twas a meaningless thought, spoken aloud.
Pay it no mind.
More importantly --
We must commend you, Gudako.
Much as we expected of our contractor! Your reliability is matchless!
By your aid was a disturbance to the peace of Rome ...
No, we suppose that it wasn't precisely 'qwelled' ...
If anything, it may have been disregarded outright ...
What loneliness ... 'twas somewhat a hollow victory, mayhaps ...
Nay, it is rather that --
unmistakeably, the citizens recognized the ill humour that we displayed, and so pretended ignorance to our toil!
Much as expected of our august self, and of the citizens of Rome!
Such is surely a feat of synergy yet unmatched within the History of Man!
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Gudako1: Regardless of what happens ... positivity!
2: ... you're putting up a strong front!
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NeroFuu. Would it befit my standing as an Emperor if I were not so?
So long as the slightest hope exists, we shall laugh as if all is well.
Such is our way!
Be that we are ceaselessly struck down, we shall until all is exhausted climb again upright!
Hereon, we will offer to you the proof of this claim!
O Mashu; O Gudako.
'Twas by thine aid that this victory was earned.
In answer to the granting of this boon, we shall upon the stage of battle claim our glory as recompense.
Is it not yet time that we return to Chaldea, Master?
We endeavor that the land shall by our acts resound with an applause of ten thousand thunders!